Character: Morrigan

- No, it's not clear. Nothing is clear to you.

And what do we do now? sigh Mor.
- Sleep and eat - just said Amran.
And it was Azriel who has added her husky after a fierce battle voice:
And we will have our revenge.

Deadly. The truth is freedom. The truth can break, combine and associate. Veritas contains the truth of the world.

Welcome to the family, Feira.
And I thought at that moment that is perhaps the most beautiful words I have ever heard.

- Do you know what kasanda? This... sundew, if the common tongue.
- I'm not sure.
- No? And you are so similar. I decided that you are related.
- What do you mean? Sundew... what is it?
- A flower.
- Ah! Am I a flower? Here, surprise!
- That catches and devours insects.
- Ah, that's what I was expecting.

Men are always ready to believe the woman first, weak and, second, favor them.

Wooo, finally freshened. Hard to breathe when the air is downright saturated with complacency.

Love is the fruit that is spoiled, not having time to Mature, sour fruit only with a vague hint of sweetness still.

- I don't understand why he left Their creations. In my opinion, this is a terrible irresponsibility.
- He left us because we wanted to go their own way, even to themselves harm, and It not in forces was to look at it.
- But how do you know? He himself do not ask. Maybe He just went to the new creation and the old left as a depressing mistake that is best forgotten.
- I don't need to know, because I have faith. I believe in Him and feel His hope and love.
- Faith. How quickly those who can not answer the question, remember that word.

- So, it's all just a game of chance? And the fact that we were all here - it is just a happy coincidence?
- Useless to try to put the order above chaos. Nature by its very nature chaotic.

- Morrigan, I would like to know... do you believe in the Creator?
- Of course not. I do not have a primitive fear of the moon, and therefore it is not necessary to believe in fairy tales to sleep at night.

- They say that once in Ferelden was the king, so let salivating at the thought of his beloved person, it was always a special servant to wipe his Majesty the chin.
- You made it up.
- Not at all. Kings of old would be happy that their descendant is not far from their noble roots.

- Flushed I fear that you will suck from me all the blood after you kill him.
Alistair, if I wanted something to suck, you'd know about it first.

Love and beauty go. There is no sense in them. In power he is.